The American Dream
This is a poem I wrote in 1992.  It was valid then.  It's even more valid now.
And it really did come to me in dream

The American Dream   

“Twas the night before election
I was lying in my bed
with visions of our forefathers
dancing in my head

Suddenly a cloud of smoke
exploded in the air
and a man appeared from nowhere
and sat down in my chair

His smile was kind and mellow
but his words were like a bomb
He said, “My name is Jefferson,
but you can call me Tom.”

He said, “I’ve been tossed around so much
I had to come back down
‘cause I knew that I would have no peace
until I took a look around.

I’m not real sure what’s happening,
but I’ll tell you what I feel
This is not the way we planned it.
Someone really changed the deal.”

I said, “The Government’s messin’ with us.”
He said, “They always do.”
I said, “This time it’s worse than ever.”
He said, “What else is new?

That’s why we wrote the constitution.
Have you ever read it Pal?”
I said, “I read it years ago,
but no one reads it now.”

He said, “It didn’t mention welfare,
and it had no income tax.
No bureaucracy at all
Now what more could you ask?

We created checks and balances
and gave the power to the masses
‘cause we knew that greedy congressman
will always act like asses

They’ll rob you blind and run you ‘round
every chance they get
They’re the rottenest low-life scoundrels
that you and I have ever met

They pass laws no one can live with
and then exempt themselves
and when it’s time for re-election,
they say they only want to help                        

They tell you they’re on your side
You know that that’s a joke
The more you let them help you
the quicker you’ll go broke

There’s just one way to deal with this
You must remove their clout
So when it’s time to cast your ballot
vote the rascals out.”

He looked at me and winked and said
“I’m glad we had this talk”
Then he rose, turned around,
and walked right through my wall

But I still could hear him saying,
“Remember.  Have no doubt.
When the next election comes
You must throw the bastards out.”

                                                                                Jac Ttanna 1992